User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-32303-20160426040820/@comment-26024035-20160513022521

Shelran breathed hard for a moment, and then his breathing returned to normal and he pawed shamefully at his eyes. "Aye." He nodded, returning his gaze to the sword. He tried a bold, determined glare. "Aye. Let's do that. Reckon Lord Alistair could swing that blade."